Mid-70s.
+ "I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags," he explains, tossing off the kind of opening sentence most aspiring novelists spend their whole lives praying for.
+ Bood Bank certainly dispels concerns that Vernon's accomplishment was somehow environmental -- that For Emma's poetic circumstances, and not its contents, were responsible for its success.
True.
What's been most surprising here is the breezy readability. Last night when it was time to stop reading and start sleeping, I wasn't ready to let go of it for the day. I left off in the middle of the book, not too far after the first radical time-jump Dylan makes, and flipped to the front. I'd noticed when I first opened the book the absurd number of pages devoted to review snippets. I usually end up reading everything included eventually (copyright page, back cover, thank yous, and review snippets). The pull-quotes taking up so much real estate in my copy of "Chronicles" are spot on, most every one of them. Such a surprising tone here! A dry openness, and welcomed low-levels of weirdness. I'm loving every single paragraph.

The band playing now also opened the show. Opened and headlined There was one singer-songwriter inbetween. There are 11 in the audience but somehow there's still a front row!
A friend's relative is trying to understand and clarify: "Okay, so let me see if I'm getting this: You're a bird, in a tree, and you're talking to other birds in trees??! I don't get this stuff!"